Vol. 2, No. 1 Contents

The party ended when someone threw the baby in through the window.

I am awake this morning and in the next room I think my sister Kelly is still asleep. I think that she is sleeping but who knows because she is not sending signals to me anymore. This is the story.

I thought it was

odd at first. Take

off your clothes you

said, unbuttoning yours…

17 cats ran in and

out windows that

never closed as Hari

Krishna jingled up…

the fists

of an ugly bruised sky

beat the thick glass of the terminal,

its thunder serenading…

On my way home from work today

I met a man who didn't exist.

He showed me his two front teeth, grinning

as he held them up to my eyes.

He was going to make a movie about it,

but the cost of film was too much.

…and it wasn't any big deal, but I knew

I'd crossed some line somewhere.

I wonder how many of us have,

without anyone ever guessing?

Once I wrote your eyes

in the palm of my hand

while you were engaged

in the centering music.

I am a purple fashion model painting

latex smoke and metaphor

my rhythm nude and smeared like

our wild silhouettes and black & white sex…

It's Sunday

A cold coffee growl in a kitchen

A girl brushing the color poison on the heart

               of the prisoner she paints

Remember dad mad as a snake about

growing corn broken storm windows

and the farmhand who put wildflowers

and mirrors all through the barn

The karaoke bar was surreal. After the little punk kid sang

Michael Jackson's 'Beat It,' some fat guy with a beard

rallied the drunken troops for a version of 'God

Bless America' or something like that.

Jesus and Christopher lean close

Together, tiny fists

Clamping tight on plastic

Swords, their gold…

This hammock is strung for one, and it's so humid outside that we stink. If I concentrate, maybe I can weigh us down, till the netting is barely grazing the acorns below us. When we touch the ground I will orgasm. I'm preparing for it now, facing down while you sleep turned towards the sky, my breath moving your collar.

We are taught to take care of each other, that families are harsh places where people will tell you that you're fat or old looking, but also where those same folks will stand by you.

We had our first sex on a 70s era couch (while MTV's 'The Real World' played); it made my allergies go off—that's the reason I laid my head on your chest, because the cushion was giving me a rash.